Sun Mote Copse a quiet resolve

The twilight faded to the inrelenting will of pure night hours ago. Merely the light of the silverline orb hanging in a sprinkle of stars lit her path. Feyre padded without thought, meandering about the forest with no intended ending point. That was the beauty of being alone - no desination, just the journey. A lonely one at that. 

The ivory fae appeared white as a snowcap in the darkness - a glowing orb of silver amongst the muddled green of her surroundings. She focused on each paw as it slid across the compact earth. She admired the silence of her own limbs, observing the simple quiet that allowed her to hear everything else in the world. Her silence left the crickets and the frogs to their singing, in turn they stayed quiet enough for her to notice the sounds of another prowling through the dark. Her amber eyes flicked towards the noise.

A heavy sigh filtered through the grasses. In turn, Feyre found herself padding delicately towards the source. Interesting. Her skull swept to the side, her auds perking up to listen for more sounds. Suddenly, she saw the agouti pelage of another. The male seemed lost in though, so she merely chuffed to announce her presence. Perhaps not the best idea...but its fine. The fae managed to make herself as neutral as possible, attempting not to induce a fight from the stranger.